I found myself at the Great Salt Lake with my camera on the seat and nowhere to be. Saltair looked so forlorn, so I ignored it and moved on to the beach. I walked past the rocks and the tall grasses, down to where the water should have been. For a moment, I was 7 years old, walking along the same path. The water was high. It was my first visit to the Great Salt Lake. I'd heard that I couldn't drown, couldn't do anything except float. I was eager to test the theory! I wandered out till the water was at my knees, and remembered I was generally afraid of water.
I looked up, and out, across the vast expanse of sand. I had enjoyed my trip to the past. With a smile, I picked up my camera and started making new memories.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Transported through time
Posted by wibbet at 7:36 PM
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